http://slow.writerscafe.org/IntenseRain The original writings of author IntenseRain en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775458742 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/737256/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/717007/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/716982/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/678586/ Still Waters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/663595/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/661624/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/661617/ Someone wished me a Happy New Year... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/656544/ I'm ready to die tonight. I'm really ready to try alright.I think this time I just might, take my own life.Because all my life, I've been hating my life.So today I made a date with this knife. And I don't know if it's right, but it doesn't feel wrong.My heartbeat just isn't that strong, & I've h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/497254/ "I want you to write a happy poem." This is what she said to me. I thought to myself 'But happiness is dead to me'. I foolishly allowed my sadness to breed. Darkness fertilized the seed. Now nothing but depression grows inside of me, allowing happiness no room to breathe. I suffer from an asphyxiati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/497060/ I can't stop my poems from crying. I can't stop this ink from falling.I can't save this page from calling out, each word as if in pain.I cannot save this paper. No matter how much I wanted. Because with each new drop of ink, comes just more disappointment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/497053/ I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to live. I want to die. I want the answers to the questions. The question is almost always why. I say hello but hear goodbye. I tell the truth but hear a lie. I close my eyes to see the sky, my eyes are almost never dry. I know I need to change but I can't fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/497050/ Don't wait until tomorrow. Harsh words bring great sorrow. I'm alivebut my time is borrowed & this pain is my own to swallow. Too stubbornto say I'm sorry. I want to but I can't call you. So much I want to tell you.So much I have to say. But sometimes the wrong words seem too right.Somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/449062/  Tomorrow I won't remember what I did today. I'm too busy remembering achildhood that was taken away & with no one to talk to & without a positiverole model, I tasted the pain & swallowed. But it only helped to make me feelmore hollow. Still I continued to drink & it did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/449061/  Here he is again, at the edge of the cliff. Afraid to take the next step forward,afraid to take a step back. Here he is again at the edge of the cliff trying to decide,will he walk forward into the abyss or turn around and walk back into the mist.He sits down with his legs hanging over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/445949/  I don't know whats down this road, I'm just walking. I don't know what I'msaying, I'm just talking. Now that the road has ended, still I continue towalk & even though there's no one listening, I continue to talk.Because I need this loss to lessen the pain & I get lost to be a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/445947/ Can you forgive me? I don't know what I said. I don't know what I did. But these years pass & I still can't find my way home. I know I'm not lost, I'm just alone. I've been like this all my life but that's just far too long.Why have you forsaken me? Can't you see how this is breaking me. Can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/442165/   He wakes up screaming, his shirt drenched in sweat, with tears in his eyes.When asked if he had a nightmare his only reply is,"Only when I'm dreamingdoes it feel like I'm dying."He wakes up screaming, then realizes that he was already awake. He feelslike he's hopeless, his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/442132/ My lips form. Thin___ Red___ Lines___ Kind of like a razor blade,this is what the razor made. Thin___ Red___ Lines___ As my skin kissed the razor's edge. I've known emptiness on intimate terms.I know how it feels to let the emptiness burn. Loneliness &sadness both had their turn, leaving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/441069/  Where does he go to escape from himself. The scars on his wrist are a steady reminder of the love that he's missed. No hugs, not one kiss, the only love that he knows is of this knife in his fist. The scars on his legs are a reflection of the confused feelings in his head. A transfer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/441067/  Last night I dreamed of angels with wings as white as snow.But they had decayed faces & above their heads floated black halos.They smiled sweetly at me & sang me lullabies, anything they couldto get me to close my eyes.But in dreams as in life I wouldn't trust that face w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/441052/  I don't trust myself to save myself. So I cage myself, enslave myself. Beat myself & treat myself, like I don't even care. I wish that I wouldfight myself but I know the fight is never fair. I wish that I would run away but I am too afraid. So I curse myself & hurt myself every s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/440279/ I stand here trying to pretend that I'm not lonely. Trying to pretend that I'm not the only, one here, trying to pretend. Because I feel like an outcast even when among family & friends. I'm going to smile & not be sad. I try but it shows. I can feel my mask melt away & no one even notic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/430458/ What do I do when time has fallen & the angels come calling, the demons they call too. What do I do when I can't discern the lies from the truth. What do I do when tears fall for no reason & the only constant in my life is that I just want to st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IntenseRain/391836/